A small part of me grieves so bad
I wish we'd never met
(And it's the part I hate the most
'Cause I still love you yet)
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
Worth the Pain
A small part of me grieves so bad
I wish we'd never met
(And it's the part I hate the most
'Cause I still love you yet)
